WaterChylde
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...then why do you have a problem with it?
I just need to vent about some conversations I had with my sister this weekend.
This past Sat. morning I was in the mirror flat ironing my hair before going out. My older sister comes in the bathroom and sees what I'm doing and proceeds to tell me that I need to trim my ends.
Me: No, I don't I just trimmed off two inches a month and half ago. Besides I airdried the last time I washed so my ends just look frizzy.
Her: You really need to cut them. Go to a stylist that's what they get paid for.
Me: They don't know how to trim. They cut like an inch at a time.
Her: Yeah, but I don't mind that. I like my hair short.
I then proceeded to ignore her.
Her: (picking up my Redken Heat Glide) What's this stuff?
Me: It's heat protectant
Her: *sarcastically* You would buy that.
Me: I don't want to fry my hair.
Her: I fry mine everyday.
Me: saying nothing but thinking "Yeah, that's why your hair is so short.") I'm trying to grow my hair down my back.
Her: If you had that kind of hair then it would grow like that.
Me: (thinking "That kind of hair?!”) But my hair is already to the top of my shoulders. Pull a strand. She pulls, acknowledges the growth but keeps thinking that I'm crazy.
She left the room and after I was finished I showed her my curls and asked if my ends looked better and she said yes.
Fast forward a few hours and we're in the car.
Her: (to our younger sister) She really needs to cut her ends.
Me: My ends are fine.
Her: You should cut them every 8 weeks. That's what I do.
Me: So, let's say I grow an inch in 8 weeks and I get a "trim" every 8 weeks I'll have no growth.
Her: But all of your hair will be healthy.
We went back and forth until my nephew said we were too loud. LOL.
The next day after I relaxed I showed her how my hair looked and how soft it was.
Me: (proudly) See how soft my hair feels.
Her: Yeah. I'm surprised at how soft it is.
Me: (thinking, why is she surprised?)
I've come to the conclusion that my older sister wants me to spend all of my money at the beautician and do what they think is best as opposed to what I know my hair likes. She thinks that my younger sister and I have that "funny kind" of hair, whatever that means. My younger sister thinks I'm crazy as well but she does listen to my hair suggestions. The proof is in the pudding as they say. My older sister will see when we have longer hair and she's left with her neck length do. Hmph. I'm glad to get that out.
I just need to vent about some conversations I had with my sister this weekend.
This past Sat. morning I was in the mirror flat ironing my hair before going out. My older sister comes in the bathroom and sees what I'm doing and proceeds to tell me that I need to trim my ends.
Me: No, I don't I just trimmed off two inches a month and half ago. Besides I airdried the last time I washed so my ends just look frizzy.
Her: You really need to cut them. Go to a stylist that's what they get paid for.
Me: They don't know how to trim. They cut like an inch at a time.
Her: Yeah, but I don't mind that. I like my hair short.
I then proceeded to ignore her.
Her: (picking up my Redken Heat Glide) What's this stuff?
Me: It's heat protectant
Her: *sarcastically* You would buy that.
Me: I don't want to fry my hair.
Her: I fry mine everyday.
Me: saying nothing but thinking "Yeah, that's why your hair is so short.") I'm trying to grow my hair down my back.
Her: If you had that kind of hair then it would grow like that.
Me: (thinking "That kind of hair?!”) But my hair is already to the top of my shoulders. Pull a strand. She pulls, acknowledges the growth but keeps thinking that I'm crazy.
She left the room and after I was finished I showed her my curls and asked if my ends looked better and she said yes.
Fast forward a few hours and we're in the car.
Her: (to our younger sister) She really needs to cut her ends.
Me: My ends are fine.
Her: You should cut them every 8 weeks. That's what I do.
Me: So, let's say I grow an inch in 8 weeks and I get a "trim" every 8 weeks I'll have no growth.
Her: But all of your hair will be healthy.
We went back and forth until my nephew said we were too loud. LOL.
The next day after I relaxed I showed her how my hair looked and how soft it was.
Me: (proudly) See how soft my hair feels.
Her: Yeah. I'm surprised at how soft it is.
Me: (thinking, why is she surprised?)
I've come to the conclusion that my older sister wants me to spend all of my money at the beautician and do what they think is best as opposed to what I know my hair likes. She thinks that my younger sister and I have that "funny kind" of hair, whatever that means. My younger sister thinks I'm crazy as well but she does listen to my hair suggestions. The proof is in the pudding as they say. My older sister will see when we have longer hair and she's left with her neck length do. Hmph. I'm glad to get that out.